Moab to Lincoln, Nebraska

Leaving our friends in Moab, we headed up the river road until we ran out of river. We kept going, eventually getting back on I-70 and heading east through Colorado. I-70 across the Rockies is one of the most spectacular stretches of Interstate there is. I only wish we had more time and better weather to take better photos. All these, as you can probably tell, were taken from our moving vehicle through a bug-splattered windshield.

This train is in Northern Utah, south of I-70. Here, north of the canyon country, things are sort of flat and uninteresting, at least from a moving vehicle.

Heading up into the mountains, the road shares the canyon with the Colorado river. In places the eastbound and westbound lanes are terraced separately on the side of the canyon. Many tunnels poke through the mountains for the road to pass. Eventually it ascends a couple passes over 10,000 feet which is about where we hit snow flurries and spotted some powder on the upper reaches of the ski runs at Vail and Breckenridge.

Eventually, I-70 spits you out down in Denver where, even though the elevation is still pretty high, things are flat. The above photo was taken heading northeast on I-76. It was still cloudy but starting to break up.

We spent the night of Thursday, September 11, at Sterling Reservoir State Park, about 80 miles northeast of Denver. Here we ate and drank and rested and got ready for the push to Lincoln, Nebraska, the next day.

Lincoln, 302 miles!

The trip to Lincoln was uneventful and unexciting. We found a great campground only a couple miles from the stadium and set up camp. This is what it looked like.